CROOKEDKIT || WING
Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
Crookedwing is an orange tabby tom with four white feet. He sports a white bib that runs down the full length of his belly. There’s also a white marking on his face giving him the appearance of wearing an orange mask. Sparkling golden eyes complete his pleasant face. Everything about Crookedwing is perfect except for one glaring flaw, he was born with a kinked tail. His name even bares that mark. If it wasn’t for this malady his life would had been wonderful. He endured teasing and ridicule from other kits while growing up which made him a little withdrawn. But once he gets to know someone and lets them into his life, he is more open and friendly. Crookedwing is a determined cat, another result of his deformity. He had to try harder than most to prove his worth, especially while he was an apprentice. And the effort worked out. He eventually became a respected warrior. His mother is Birchbird and his father is Mambafang. He has two littermates, Robinswift and Oakkileaves.

SUSPENDEDILLUSION
Roleplayed by circle
They whisper, in their fairytales, in their legends, in their tales as old as time; that there is a happy ending to be found for everyone. Find the right friends, explore the world, discover new possibilities and you shall find your happy ending. Or, in a far more simple solution, simply find the one you love and they will bring with them your happy ending. At-least that's how it always seems to go in the stories. Even cats like himself, cats whose past follows them, written out in the bloody steps they leave behind, are promised a redemption. It matters little if ones whole life has been spent dealing out death in increasingly creative ways for that is all they know how to do. It will be solved by the power of love and a pretty things smile. So when he first fell for anothers brilliant smile that seemed to light up even the darkest parts of himself he thought she was his happy ending. So besotted he was with her, the whole tale was in black and white. A queen without a kingdom and a knight willing to gift her one if only allowed to spend the rest of hist life by her side. When the time came for them to run away together, for them to finally reach the end of their story and move onto their 'happily ever after' he was completely blindsided to find her nowhere to be found. But it was a small hardship, surely she was just testing his devotion, and he would not fail her. His own personal health fell to the wayside as he searched for his happy ended, following whispers and rumors of her passing. Until he was pointed towards the wilds, where she was said to have fled from her twolegs heavily pregnant with their kits. And so, devoted to his love as he was, he followed in her path. Chasing a light that he could never quite catch, always just out of his grasp. Finally the news of new life came to him and his mates sickly decline came to him through an older she-cat who had helped his queen with the birth. Words of worry spoken to his frantic heartbeat, and words of caution of her mind thrown as his retreating steps. It was not a happy ending that he found when he finally came upon her but instead the beginning of a tragedy. For there was no life to be found within Empress, the she-cat he had abandoned his life, his health, and everything he knew for. Nor were there four kits to be found with her, though the old she-cat who had helped birth them named all four of them to him as they had been dictated by Empress. For days he lingered by her cold body, finding no warmth for his own shaking frame until he could no longer deny his need to move on once more. He buried her in the middle of the night, fighting against frozen ground and went to find their children. The continuation of their stories, he no longer expected a happy ending or an ending at all. Nightmares were everlasting after all and surely his life could no longer be anything but. Coming upon the clan lands he feared for his kits lives, flinching at any news rather good or bad. For what use would he be to them in the end? But still he searched until he reached Fallclan, where they had followed home the clans deputy. He lingered there, on the border, for days until he no longer could deny his desire to see. To see the life Empress had spent her last moons nurturing. His new name, his new identity came easy to him, for what would his life in Fallclan be other than a suspended illusion. He sold himself as a healer, using his knowledge of dangerous herbs to his advantage. As if his paws had ever nurtured any for of life, as if he was not dripping red from the crevices of his black broken soul. Nothing but a charlatan pandering an image for a small chance to inhabit a corner of his kits lives. For a chance to be involved in their growth while staying out of the way of their futures. He would never have his happy ending, but he would kill any who threatened his childrens. Would protect their innocence and futures with a greediness of a glutton. And if that meant delivering kits, healing cranky apprentices, and weathering every hardship thrown at him then he would rise to the challenge. He would fake what he didn't know and thrive in what he did know. Placid as a puddle on a still day to those around him, but his eyes are shrewd and his claws sharp. There is something dangerous about Suspendedillusion, found within his feverous dedication to fallclan for reasons unknown to those around him. Seen within his movements that were more comparable to a mountain lion on the prowl than his soft spoken demeanor spoke of. What did he hide with his slow movements and deliberate speech, what was it his searching eyes were looking for. Some wish to solve the puzzle the tom present to them, wish to heal those cracks that even the best illusions can't hide, so deep to the run through him. but he gave up on healing himself long ago, feelings brought hardship and life was a never ending torture. He drew breath for those lives his queen had given him, survived to see his kits live. Uncaring towards his unkempt smoke black fur, falling out in tufts. Neglectful of his health and deliberate in his ignorance of the bones that could easily been seen under his skin. What right did he have to live well-fed and happy when his happy ended was rotting in a shallow grave?

warrior [He's my mc tryout character. You probably realized that. But I thought I could rp his first days as a warrior in camp before a decision is made. ]

SWEETKIT || KISS
Roleplayed by lavellan
When one first things of something as vague as love, do they think of finding the one they'll spend their forever with? Do they think of the family that remains at their side through the thick and thin? What about the friends that go above and beyond to guarantee your happiness? There is no correct answer to exactly what the feeling is, or how it even comes to be, but it is something that undoubtedly exists and can change even the most devastated of cats. After a life of abuse and torture, where you don't even believe in your own worth anymore, it's the loving words of others that build you back up. It's the warmth of their actions that will make you believe in the good of the world again. Sweetkiss' life had been one of ruin and misery until one of her five siblings had the life changing idea of running away and seeking out betterment. It was then that they met Tatteredraven, who gave them names to mark the beginning of their new life. It was then that Sweetkiss had decided to try and believe in the good once more, to try and make hers a life worth living. Beneath her tortoiseshell pelt lie the scars of her past, buried in her heard and her skin. A constant reminder of the suffering she had endured, of the time she wanted nothing more than for everything to end, but also of the time that she survived. Without the love of others, she would have never got to where she was now, and it was that which drove her forward. It was the reason why she stretched out her paw to others, why her soft words were careful to never harm others. She would crumble in on herself if she were to hurt another. With her own green eyes, she wants to see others rise above her and succeed. She knows she will never amount to much, but if she could be the reason that someone doesn't give up when they're at their lowest, then maybe everything is worth it.
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FIREKIT || NETTLE
Roleplayed by lavellan
A fire burns deep inside of each of us, fueling our desires and whims. No two fires are the same, much like snowflakes on a wintry night. They are fed by experience, tended to with love. It is this fire that keeps us going on a long day, that lets us strive for more. It is the passion that moves us forward, the energy in our bones. The flames within Firenettle are a burning blaze, encouraged by the feuds of two generations of family. It's not a hatred that drives Firenettle forward, but a desire to outshine his cousins and friends. He strives to have all eyes on him, and his spontaneous nature is only an encouragement for others to watch this fiery orange tom. Going above and beyond is something that he doesn't have to think about, but it's always the end goal. It doesn't matter the kind of attention he gets, as long as eyes are on him. He bathes in affection, as if without it he will starve. It is air to him, a force that nurtures his own life.
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LEGENDARYKIT || DEMISE
Roleplayed by lavellan
If trees could talk, they would tell fables of wonder and miracles. Of the budding love between two cats tucked away from the world. They would tell stories of adventure and secrets. Of the lone kit that decided to sneak away from camp, eager to learn of the world beyond. They would tell tales of lies and deceit. Of the silken words of treason, whispered between two that should be strangers in disguise. They would tell tragedies of ruin and demise. Of the crimson blood that dripped as a young cat took their last, shaky breath as their killer made their getaway. If trees could talk, there would be no more secrets, and you would be left to wonder which of these legends would be your birthright. Are your paws already stained with the sins of others? Surely the spawn of a wraith and a reaper already has his path laid out for him, like an inescapable destiny. Try as he might to escape the trail of blood, every twist and turn he takes leads directly to a trial of destruction. Despair is a fate that Legendarydemise cannot outrun, like it was a cursed omen foretold centuries prior. Maybe it was carved in stone the moment he was born, when he walked the same path as his mother as they escaped their death of a home. When he and his siblings followed behind the she-cat, who was more wraith than feline. The mother that they had all presumed to be undead, a ghost trapped in this plane of existence. The one who had whispered to them of their father, a reaper who would one day track them down. When she had vanished, they had all chalked it up to her simply slipping between realms, as wraiths were wont to do. It wasn't until moons later that Legendarydemise had learned of what really became of their mother. She was no wraith, no ghoul. She had been as mortal as them, and she had simply perished like any other. But the doubts of reality were already there, and he had lost sight of what impermanence truly was. If there were reapers, what else hid in the shadows of the night? If there were wraiths, what else was hiding in plain sight? And more importantly, as a child of both, what did that make Legendarydemise? With his black pelt and vibrant yellow eyes, he certainly could be the same as anyone else, but he knew that one day, he would become a monster. He has nothing left to do but await the day that his paws are stained crimson. If it's in his blood, it's only a matter of time before the stories start repeating themselves.
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i can add them on my own in a bit, i just wanted them here cx

FABLEDKIT || RUINS
Roleplayed by circle
Let them come, let them try and best me for I will fall to none. I was born among giants, raised with legends, told tales of greatness from the moment I could open my eyes. There are none that could raise a challenge I would not accept. Words she tells herself in the dark when the shifting shadows cause her to pull closer towards her siblings. Words she whispers as she feels the desire to flee strike her heart and has to dig her claws into the earth to keep from bolting like a scared rabbit. Nothing scares her she'll boast with a bloated chest and highly held head. Even as her bright vivid golden eyes flash from side to side, as if searching for something that would prove her wrong. Her heritage is a mystery to her, something lost in the past. Distant wisps of memories of a brilliantly white ghost for a mother. Who spoke of death and reapers with a feverish delirium that made no sense to her young mind. She learned long ago not to go chasing ghosts, one will never like what they find. Nor was than any need to chase when they seemed to stalk her families steps. Found within her siblings eyes and slinking among them a if they belong. Their unsaid beginnings laying unspoken between them, Fabledruins finding more comfort in turning a blind eye towards their mysterious start than embracing it. More focused on trying to be bigger, bolder, and more daring than last time. Playing a fools game at pretending she is a fierce wicked creature like her fabled father rather than, well herself. A truthfully timid at heart she-cat with an earnest desire to help others. A she-cat who would prefer to listen rather than speak and sun herself rather than going dashing on to the next big adventure. The delusion of her own sense of self runs deep though, so entwined within that even when she is alone she whispers words to bolster herself. Always ready to stand tall and puff smoke.
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TEAKIT || HONEY
Roleplayed by lost
Teahoney is a beautiful she-cat, her lithe and lean frame moving gracefully beneath cocoa-colored fur. Her eyes are a startling green, the color of the leaves in summer, or the new grass in spring. Her voice sounds like birdsong, smooth and sweet, and just as gentle as her personality. Teahoney has always been on the soft side. She is kind and loving to anyone and anything — even when she takes the life of the smallest mouse, she thanks it for its sacrifice and wonders if she took it away from its family. She finds her heart always longing to be among the falling leaves, the crisp breezes of autumn, the warm rays of sunlight first filtering through the morning sky. She finds peace beneath the treetops and the golden lights. Teahoney was born to Honeycrisp and an unknown WinterClan tom. This fact has never bothered the she-cat, as she feels her heart and soul completely in FallClan. She holds no grudges against her mother, because that is the kind of spirit she is — easily forgiving and understanding. Teahoney is extremely empathetic, and feels the pain of others tenfold. For this reason alone she never wanted to be a medicine cat, though even as a warrior she feels others torment and pain like claws ripping through her fur. She cries often for those who are hurt, and never for herself. Teahoney falls in love easily, but not in a way you might think. She falls in love with the way the leaves rustle, she falls in love with kits when they cry out for the first time, she falls in love with the way the stream dances across the pebbles beneath the surface. Her heart is enormous and always giving, and she draws those who are hurt or broken to her and always feels the need to heal them. Often this leaves her exhausted, and she takes time to be alone, to rest. She knows it is her destiny to take care of anyone that may need her, even if it’s just her shoulder to cry on. She is a beautiful soul, one that should be treasured, and even then, she would still go on loving without getting anything in return.

BLUEFLAME
Roleplayed by pao
Blue eyes draw you in. They're filled with passion and joy, and hold a competitive spirit. This orange tabby she-cat has white reaching from her jaw through her underbelly. It makes the top of her pelt look as though its on fire with her orange coloring. Thus giving her her name of Blueflame. Her eyes are what draws a cat in first, her whole life told in their mists, but is her sociable nature that keeps them near. While her paws may trip her up, they have not led her astray in life...so far at least. Blueflame is an energetic cat filled with life and happiness. She found love early in her life and has been grateful ever since. Being a firm believer in StarClan, she worships the ground they walk on and can only imagine a day where she's half the warrior they were.
warrior

PUFFINHEART
Roleplayed by wicca
Truly a cat who strives to push limits and test boundaries, the small tuxedo cat is like a beacon for tough predicaments and always manages to find herself in some sort of tight situation. Adorned with a stunning pelt patched with a mixture of white and black, the molly is a vision to awe at and if the mere sight of her pelt didn't draw you in, the vivid, startlingly vibrant iciness of her blue eyes will. Puffinheart can come across as aloof and carefree given her playful and quite youthful demeanour, though she is quite the quick thinker and is more rational than others are led to believe. Daring and quite capable of keeping herself preoccupied, she's never at a loss of something to do and has become quite a difficult cat to keep tabs on. Since the death of her mother at a very young age, Puffinheart hadn't wanted to cause her father to worry about her, so thus began the cycle of bottling up her emotions and bearing any and all pain and discomfort that she may have felt growing up. Though there were
times when her brave face slipped, shifting everything out of place, and her most vulnerable emotions were on display for whoever was keen enough to catch a glimpse. Even now, as an experienced warrior, the tuxedo feline has yet to break the habit of keeping her pain and worries to herself. What had never changed about the charismatic feline was her genuine heart and rather sassy tendencies. An all around friendly cat who treasures down time with her clan mates, she is accustomed to always having someone to talk to and when there isn't someone, she's not hesitant or shy about engaging another
in a conversation.
Warrior

MONARCHSKY
Roleplayed by Owletcall
Monarchsky was born in January 2019, to Mulberryheart, her mother and Nightingalefur, her father. She was born in FallClan's camp. She was the only kit that her Mother had. Her Mother shortly after giving her, her name Monarchkit, died from blood loss. Her father had died the night before from Blackcough, and had watched from the stars as his daughter was born, and escorted his mate into StarClan. Monarchsky is a cat who is a skilled climber. She will climb anything that is high, even jumping from tree to tree or rock to rock to catch prey or an intruder. She loves to use her climbing skills when in battle and does it very well. She is a kind-hearted she-cat who will do anything for her Clan and Clan-mates, no matter what it is. Monarchsky is a black and orange-tanish tortoiseshell she-cat with bright yellow eyes.
Warrior

PALESTEP
Roleplayed by luciferin
Her presence is easy to miss, but once you catch sight of her face it is burned into your memory. Palestep is a diminutive she-cat with milky olive eyes and a gray nose. Her pelt is a burnt cream color with a large gray splotch covering her back and hindquarters. She was a quiet kit, a studious apprentice, and is a diligent nursery aid. Her quiet voice is the soothing sound needed for many overwhelmed or pained queens to help them through a difficult time, and her kind, patient nature makes her a natural fit to watch over and teach the clan's kits. Her heart yearns for companionship, a soulmate, a family, but her shyness make it hard for others to get close to her heart. Caring to all she comes into contact with, it would be hard to find a cat that doesn't like Palestep. Her progression into nursery aid wasn't always planned; after a difficult illness as a kit, she lost most of her vision and can only see things that are quiet close to her with any clarify. The further away you get, the fuzzier her vision grows. This makes venturing out of camp quite dangerous so she tends to stay in camp with the kits despite a desperate desire to see their territory for herself. Still, wanting to keep from being a burden to others, she never asks anyone to go with her and stays in the nursery most of the time. Palestep is a she-cat with dreams as great as the massive oak in their territory, but held back by misfortune and insecurity, she fears she will never be able to reach them.
Warrior